Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-04-13

She got the money. But those who had
confidently expected to see her squander 1t
were disappointed; on the contrary, it was
presently whispered that she was exceedingly
penurious. That admirable woman, Mrs
Silver, Of Red Dog, who accompanied
her to San Francisco to assist her in max
ing purchases, was loud in her indignation
"She cares more for two bits than ! do
for five dollara She wouldn't buy any
thing at the "City Of Paris" because it was
@too expensive" and at last rugged her.
self out, perfect guy, at some cheap slop-
shops in Market street. And after all
the care Jane and me took Of her, giving up
our time and experience to her, she never SO
much as made Jane single present" Popu.
lar opinion, which regarded Mrs. Stiver's at.
tention rs purely speculative, was not
shocked at this improbable denouement; but
when Peg refused to give anything to clear
the mortgage of the new Presbyterian
church, and even declined to take shares in
the Union ditch, considered by many as an
equally sacred and safe investment, she be-
to b, as regardless of public opinion as she
had been before the trial; took small
house, in which she lived with all old woman
who, once been fellow servant, OH ap-
paren..y terms Of perfect equality, and
looked after her money. wish / could say
that she did this discreetly; but the fact is,
she blundered. The same dogged per-
sistence she had displayed in claiming her
rights was visible in her unsuccessful ven.
lures. She sunk $500, 900 in worn out
shaft originally projected by the deceased
testator; she prolonged the miserable exist
ence Of The Rockville Vanguard long after
it had ceased to interest even its enemies;
she kept the doors OF the Rockville hotel
open when its custom had departed; she lost
the cooperation and favor of fellow capt.
talist through triAing misunderstanding, in
which she was derelict and impenirent; she
had three lawsuits on her hands that could
have been settled for trife. ! note these
defects to show that she was by no means
heroine. 1quote her affair with Jack Fol-
insbee to show she was scarcely tho average
woman.
That handsome, graceless vagabond had
struck the outskirts Of Red Dog in cyclone
of dissipation, which left him stranded but
still rather interesting wreck in q runous
cabin not far from Peg Moffats virgin
bower. Pale, crippled from excesses with
voice quite tremulous from sympathetic
emotion, moro or less developed by stmu-
lants, he fingered languidly, with much time
on his hands and only few neighbors In
this fascinating kind Of general deshabille OF
morals, dress and tho emotions he ap-
peared before Peg Moffat More than
that, he occasionally limped with
her through the settlement. Tho
critical eye of Red Dog took in the singular
pair-Jack, voluble, suffering. apparently
overcome by remorse, conscience, vitupera-
ton and disease; and Peg, open mouthed, high
colored, awkward, yet delighted; and the
critical eye Of Red Dog, seeing this, winked
meanlngly at Rockville. No one knew what
passed between them, but all observed that
one summer day Jack drove down the main
street of Red Dog in an open buggy, with tho
heress of that town beside him. Jack, albeit
a trife shaky, held the reins with something
of his old dash; and Mistress Peggy, in an
enormous bonnet, with pearl colored ribbons
q shade darker than her hair, holding i'll her
short, pink-gloved fingers bouquet OF yellow
roses, absolutely glowed crimson i'll distresstul
qualification over the dashboard. 5" these
two Jared on, out of tho busy settlement into
the woods, against the rosy sunset. Possibly
it was not pretty picture; nevertheless, as
the dim aisles of the solemn pines opened to
receive them, miners leaned upon their spades
and mechanics stopped i'll their toll to look
after them. The critical eye of Red Dog,
perhaps from the sun, perhaps from tho fact
that it had itself once been young and dlssi-
pated, took on kindly moisture as it gazed.
The moon was high when they returned.
Those who had waited to congratulate Jack
OIL this near prospect of favorable change in
his fortunes were chagrincd to find that hav-
ing seen tho lady safe home, he had himself
departed from Red Dog. Nothing was to be
CLEANED from Peg, who, on the next day and
ensuing days, kept the even tenor of her way,
sunk a thousand or two more in unsuccessful
speculation, and made no change in her habits
of personal economy. Weeks passed without
any apparent sequel to this romantic idyl.